Raat ka akhri peher

Raat ka akhri peher dheeray dheeray guzar raha hai. Bahir shahid barish hui hai or andar k badal phir say berasnay ko tyar bethay hain. Us ki yadon ko khud say alag kernay k liay khud say hi lar rehi hun or dard bherhta ja raha haai.

Ajab hai yeh mohabat bhi… kash usay bhi mujh say mohabat ho jay

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April 5, 2011 at 4:50 am Leave a comment

Mohabat to Barish Ki tarah hai


Mohabat to barish ki tarah hai.   kabhi taiz tofan to kabhi halki boonda bari, kabhi thamtay thamtay barasnay lagay or kabhi barastay barastay aik dam say ruk jay.

Mohabat to Barish ki tarah hai keh  is barish may bheegtay jao or man ki gehraion tak bheegh jao.

Lakin

Barish ki boondon ko hatheli peh thama to ja sakta hai,  muthi may band nahi kiya ja sakta…

Mohabat to Barish ki tarah hai

May 12, 2010 at 10:11 pm Leave a comment

I am back

After a long long time i am back again. i always been afraid of expressing. but ths time i will be open and expresive. 🙂

February 12, 2010 at 9:03 am Leave a comment

Love


Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being “in love” which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two.

From Captain Corelli’s Mandolin

August 24, 2009 at 10:23 pm 3 comments


Na Fikr-e-Ferda , Na yaad-e- maazi

Na chain dil ko , Na beqarari

Na had say guzra hua janoon woh

Na khamoshi wo pehlay jesi

Bus ik udasi he dheemi dheemi

Bus aik khamosh si be-qarari

Jo zindagi ke adhooray pan ko

Hadon say agay berha rehi he

TERI YAAD AA REHI HE


Socho to sab insan kitnay aik jesay hotay hain. Khushi , gham, udasi, chahat, mohabat… sab jazbay aik jesay. bus shayid farq he to jazbon k izhar ka.

Kabhi kabhi kesay kisi aur ki kahi baat ap ki soch ko bayan ker deti he. jesay yeh pyari si nazam.

Aasim bhi to mujhay aisay hi yaad atay hain na. Halka Halka sa dard her waqt, her pal.


August 16, 2009 at 8:33 pm 3 comments

Zindagi

Zindagi ka maqsad kya he….

What is the purpose of life.

¿Cuál es el propósito de la vida.

Quel est le but de la vie.

的目的是什么生活。

Ποιος είναι ο σκοπός της ζωής.

July 8, 2009 at 4:39 pm Leave a comment

Uncertainty

 

I dont know what to say and what to write and what to think. The uncertainty is huanting me.

I lost myself some where , some how .  I am not me any more.

I stop painting

I quit  skeching.

I stop playing with colours.

I dont have any colors  (beleive it or not)

i dint made any thing for …, i dont know…, it seems i didnt made anything since  my whole life.

and now

i stop reading poetry, i jz stop reading ….

and i forget how to wrire

and the thing which is haunting me most is

I cant pray. My duas and my namaz become so soul less. ITS NOT ME AT ALL. 

I am a dead man now.

I am a zombie.  I eat n drink n walk n talk with no emotions, NO LIFE

May 9, 2009 at 10:06 pm 1 comment

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